by Robert Fenner
In the Friend Zone
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You wander dazed through a decimated cityscape. Twisted asphalt rises up in all directions. Past the highway and over a chainlink fence lies a worn-down old church. Inside, they worship blue balls. You make your way to a nightclub, the bass reverberates within your ears. The dancefloor is an unusable wreck; mostly deserted, save for a scattered simpering sausage party, its patrons crawling over each other, using each other, begging for the ability to change their lot.
They wait their turn to be called. You wait your turn. Their turns do not come. Your turn does not come. Not ever.
Entitlement has banished you to the Friend Zone. And you deserve it.
In the Friend Zone is like Lovecraft's Dagon for """nice guys""".